Seriously... never forget the things you learn.

A very wise-ass man once told me this:

Shoot your problems the bird and totally flip out on something. Buy a pinata. It's less insane that way.

It sounded so right, so unearthly, so lyrical. I had to google the words to see if they weren't passages of Confucius' teachings or at least lyrics written by an inspired musician.

Man, I need a life. >_>

One of these days...

I realized I write some pretty weird/off-putting junk in this blog. And I have the feeling that if I don't keep mindful of the nature of the internet, one of these days I'll end up writing something about how bitter/depressed I am about something (when I'm really not, but I just like to complain to the abyss (a.k.a. this pointless blog)) and like, my grandmom will comment and say something like "Cheer up, Bradley, your Grandmom loves you. If you're really feeling that down why don't you come over, I've got some fresh-baked cookies."

...and somehow that's the last thing I want to happen. It would be embarrassing... But it's not like it happened in front of anyone. Can I be embarrassed about something that no-one else even witnessed? Weird thought...

I don't think anybody reads this thing -least of all my grandmom- but, just in case; Hi Grandmom!

Dream of Day

Mostly the things I daydream about are ways to waste my time. Not just a few hours. A few years.

It's not intentional. It just happens. It's just a phase.

You, the world, doesn't need me to be this way.

Like eyes adjusting to bright light...

...I will change.

Sighs Matters

*sigh*

Nothing ever happens to me. My paths are not the ones I want.


But they're safe.


*sigh*




...Whatever "safe" is.

Estoy Feliz

What have your feelings ever gotten you?





I can't think of anything of significance... and yet... I do so, so much to play to my feelings. I'm such a sucker for my emotions and yet it's all for naught.




But I keep trying because I want it to matter... just once.... let it matter..........









It's cold when you're alone.

Magnanimous

I didn't know what it meant, so I looked up "magnanimous" It's such a cool word. One thing I hope to accomplish in life is to be called magnanimous.

˙ǝuo sıɥʇ ɹoɟ uʍop ǝpısdn uǝǝɹɔs ɹnoʎ pןoɥ

˙ʎɐpoʇ ʇɐɥʇ oʇuı ʇǝƃ oʇ ǝɯıʇ ǝʌɐɥ ʇ,uop ı 'ƃuɐp
˙pןɹoʍ ǝɥʇ oʇ ssǝןǝsn ǝɹɐ ʎǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ pɐǝp-uıɐɹq ʎןqɐʌıƃɹoɟun os ˙ǝʌǝıןǝq oʇ ƃuıןןıʍ sǝɯıʇǝɯos ǝɹɐ ǝןdoǝd ʇɐɥʇ sƃuıɥʇ snoןnɔıpıɹ ʎןǝʇnןosqɐ ǝɥʇ ʇnoqɐ ʍoɥ ¿ʇsod ǝpısdn uoıʇıpǝ ןɐıɔǝds sıɥʇ uı ʇnoqɐ ǝʇıɹʍ oʇ ʇɐɥʍ 'ʎɐʍʎuɐ
˙ɟןǝsʇı uıɥʇıʍ uʍop-ǝpısdn uǝǝɹɔs ɹnoʎ dıןɟ oʇ pǝsoddns s,ʇı ʇnq 'nʇunqn uı ǝʇɐɹǝdo ʎןןɐɔıdʎʇ ı ǝsnɐɔǝq ɟןǝsʎɯ ʇı pǝıɹʇ ʇ,uǝʌɐɥ ı ˙dn+ʇןɐ+ןɹʇɔ ʎɹʇ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʎɐɯ noʎ 'sʍopuıʍ ƃuısn ǝɹ,noʎ ɟı

I Stand On My Toes

There are a lot of things you can do with your master toe if you put your mind to it. I once wrote an entire twitter update typing with my master toe.
Here's some other things you can do:
Stop a car, turn on a flashlight, buy insurance, point at Asian people, murder a bug, kick a ball, spread some peanut butter, turn off the lights, open a door, touch your other master toe (very difficult), keep rhythm, skateboard, support your entire body weight (using both, and with practice), and write sweet nothings in the sand.

Let's show some love for the master toe. By the lack of power vested in me by no authority of anything, I hereby declare today (or whenever you read this) National Master Toe Day. I'm being completely ridiculous.